Chương 856: The turtle is so big that it cannot be stewed in one pot

Huo Ling'er looked at Ye Feng excitedly. He whispered: "Bad ruffian, this is an excellent opportunity. The nine-headed lion clan is powerful. With their allegiance, Shicun's strength will definitely rise to a higher level."

Ye Feng naturally knew that the nine lions had great potential. However, to Huo Linger's surprise, Ye Feng didn't agree immediately, but put forward conditions, "No allegiance is required. In the future, people from Shicun will come here to choose mounts. Not many, just ten."

"A mount?"

The patriarch of the Nine-Headed Lion Clan's expression turned serious.

It's called Nine Spirits King.

The potential of the nine lions is endless, and many gods like to use them as mounts. This is an insult to the nine-headed lion race.

However, after listening to Ye Feng's words, King Jiuling didn't feel insulted, but asked excitedly, "Is it your mount?"

"No." Ye Feng shook his head.

"Then..." Nine Spirit King hesitated.

The King of Nine Spirits has heard about Ye Feng's badge record. Especially the scene of Ye Feng crossing the catastrophe before, the Jiuling King saw it from a distance.

King Jiuling and Fairy Yuechan are the same as the witch, they agreed that the person who crossed the tribulation was Ye Feng.

If it becomes Ye Feng's mount, King Jiuling is very willing. But Ye Feng said no.

The excitement in Jiuling King's eyes faded a little, and he asked, "Could it be Shi Hao?"

"No."

"Is it Shi Ermeng?"

"Not at all."

"That's Shi Qingfeng?"

"Not at all."

"It's not Shi Qingfeng, is it the Stone Monkey?"

"neither."

"It can't be... your apprentice Xia Youyu?" Nine Spirit King asked Ye Feng weakly.

"Every 20 years someone from Shicun will come to the Nine-Headed Lion Clan to choose a mount. There are ten people in total." Ye Feng said.

"Your Majesty, you are making our nine lions become the mounts of the people of Shicun for generations." The King of Nine Spirits paused, seeing Ye Feng's eyes change, and quickly explained: "Your Majesty, don't get me wrong. I'm just feeling emotional. Okay. I agree to your conditions. Even if someone wants me to be a mount, I will accept it."

"Jiuling King, I can tell you in advance. The ten people who came to Shicun to choose mounts from the Nine-Headed Lion Clan must be the future pillars of Shicun." Ye Feng really broke his heart for Shicun.

Stone Village is not only a village where the willow god is worshiped as a sacrifice, but also Ye Feng's first stop in this world.

With the nine-headed lions of the Nine-headed Lion Clan as mounts in Shicun, the future combat power will grow to a higher level.

Listening to Ye Feng's words, King Jiuling felt much better in his heart.

People in Stone Village are all monsters. One by one is ridiculously strong. The most important of these is cultivation resources.

King Jiuling agreed to Ye Feng, mainly because he took a fancy to the resources owned by Shicun. Especially the magic pill passed on.

"Nine Spirit King, go and wake it up. Do you really think that my lower realm is a medicine field and a livestock farm? You can harvest whatever you like." Ye Feng wants the lower realm to be godless, and let the lower realm change from the role of prey to hunter, so he naturally intervenes.

King Jiuling entered the cave and came out after a while. Behind it is a huge pure-blooded creature.

Its four legs are like pillars of the sky, its belly is white, and its back shell is shining with black luster.

King Jiuling quickly withdrew from the cave.

"It's a crime, and you dare to provoke me."

The big tortoise raised its head to the sky and shouted loudly, "Bold, you nine-headed lions, it's your honor that the gods of the upper world can take a fancy to you. You are so ungrateful. You really want to die."

Huo Ling'er laughed loudly: "I think you are really looking for death. You are the only one who dares to talk to the bad ruffian like that. The god who ignites the fire has been refined by the bad ruffian. What's more, it is you."

"Nonsense, whoever can subdue the strong man who ignites the divine fire is not allowed to talk nonsense." The big turtle questioned Huo Ling'er's words.

"Do you see what this is?" Huo Ling'er stretched out her hand and took out a golden pill.

"A breath of divine fire?!" The big tortoise looked bright and exclaimed, "Did you really kill a god?"

"Not just one god, but many." Huo Ling'er put away the golden elixir.

At this time, a gray light flashed in front of Ye Feng, and a sword appeared in front of him.

"Chaos treasure."

The big tortoise gasped in surprise. His complexion changed drastically. Especially the ten golden soul rings rhythmically moving under Ye Feng's feet, which made him sweat profusely from fright.

Seeing Ye Feng raising the Xuanyuan Sword, the big tortoise immediately knelt down on the ground and begged, "Don't. Don't kill me. I was forced too. Those gods in the upper world forced me. I am a black tortoise, and they love me like a nine-headed lion. Please let me go, I am willing to be your mount."

The big tortoise is very confident in his heart.

It is a mysterious turtle, a pure-blooded creature. It is willing to serve as a mount for humans, and humans will definitely like it.

However, the big turtle was disappointed.

Ye Feng's tone was indifferent, without any hesitation: "You are not worthy."

After saying that, Ye Feng swung the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and slashed at the turtle's shell with a sword.

"boom!"

The sharp Xuanyuan sword pierced the sky. A sword split the black turtle into two halves.

"Uh!"

The Nine Spirit King looked dull.

The defensive power of the black tortoise is astonishing, and the tortoise shell is solid and immortal.

The tortoise shell of the mysterious tortoise in the Venerable Realm can turn into a mountain peak after death, and it will not rot for ten thousand years.

However, such a strange armor with super high defense could not stop Ye Feng's sword.

The King of Nine Spirits shocked Ye Feng even more.

The King of Nine Spirits had only heard the legend about Ye Feng before. Now that he sees Ye Feng's strength, he feels that meeting is far better than being famous. More than anything.

Ye Feng put away the Wuhun Xuanyuan Sword.

After crossing the catastrophe, Ye Feng had a different feeling when he used the Wuhun Xuanyuan Sword again.

"Maybe……"

Ye Feng felt that his martial spirit might be stronger.

Douluo is just a fantasy sewer.

The reason why Ye Feng has been able to rely on Xuanyuan Sword to be tyrannical until now is that he is willing to have two. First, he possesses the position of the God of Chaos, and second, his Qi cultivation realm continues to improve.

With the support of Chaos God's divine power and majestic mana, Ye Feng's Xuanyuan Sword Martial Soul continued to bloom brilliantly.

Just now Ye Feng used Xuanyuan Sword again. He has repeatedly pointed out to others, and he has a kind of strengthening inspiration for his Xuanyuan Sword Wuhun.

"Bad ruffian, what should I do with Xuan Gui's body? Is it alchemy?" Huo Ling'er asked Ye Feng.

"No, make soup this time. Turtles are more suitable for making soup than alchemy." Ye Feng said.

"Is this the Shiquan Dabu soup you mentioned?"

"Ah."

Ye Feng nodded slightly.

"Such a big black turtle can't be stewed in one pot." Huo Ling'er said with a headache.

"Just leave it to King Jiuling." Ye Feng smiled and looked at King Jiuling.

King Jiuling was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and smiled happily.

King Jiuling clasped his hands to Ye Feng and said, "Your Majesty, leave it to me."